CONFESSION

confession drape was transparent
i looked your face across the mirror
you enveloped the untitled mystery,
by beautiful words changed the story,

not simple to twist the reality, i had
committed mistake in the life, that s true
but how, you would be denied that
your soul is untouched by impurities,

the past is standing on the witness box
just look around you, might be somewhere
the dual persona is hanging on wall
before the declaration of verdict, look the
perception, than refuse my identification,

in the darkness or broad day light, how you
betrayed yourself, exploited the emotions
in the shield you exchanged the body, soul
brain, desires, lust, killed the feeling every
moments, the closed accommodations have
had eyes, physically you transformed , but
spirituality is your acting, you have to share
the punishment too, my friend, you couldn t
be a God, you have no right to force me for
confession, human stings existed forever,

you couldn t refuse your face in the mirror,

-- shantanu sanyal

silence of city

the inner storm had intense
influence, in few seconds the
beautiful planet deserted as
the diamond merchants left
the mines after excavating it,

the rain filled the pit but the
an everlasting silence of city
has left over for ghost tales
it s difficult to joint the broken
heart s world, the seasons had
no times to look after emotions,

somewhere flowers delivered
the colors,fragrance, nectars
internal land of feelings became
infertile, ignored by wet wind,

asked many times to returning
back winds, did you see some
dreams are still inhaling in the
ruined, discarded land of love?

the planet of adoration dried
since a decade, sand has coated
the old city of life, people shifted
to neighboring town, broken door
window less, houses have no more
interest to remember the past,

might be one day ruined would be
renovated by the planting of trees
the world of heart once deserted
couldn t be flourished my friend
it s the tale of delicate relation,

love me beyond the imagination
but never say good bye, if heart
would be break, nothing would
be left, except the depth of crack,
-- shantanu sanyal

picture - painting by jone binzonelli

THE FLOW OF TIME

hidden in side the fetus of time
forecast is knotty, in each twist
millions possibilities are chained,

the sequence of life is like deltaic
river,always changing the edges,
in the dawn, flow was touching
the stairs of artistic new big temple,
in the evening it shifted towards
the crematorium shade of other
side, smokes are visible in both
banks, here sandal wood burning
with floral aroma, there the smell
 of burning flesh, bones, going up
towards the cipher of mystic sky,

an invisible bridge is always existed
between the ecstasy and the agony
we have to travel holding hands of
destiny, no one could say, how and
when the hands would be detached,

between the temple and river, the
sand bed crossing is easy to take bath
it s not essential that river would be
able to wash the inner darkness, you
have to sacrifice the egos into the flow,

the chanting mantras, reciting prayers
offering flowers, every thing was done
by the priest, whole the life, but one
early morning, he suddenly drawn in
knee deep water, time has shifted the
flow of river, or he suicide, it s mystery!

---- shantanu sanyal



 

The beauty of soul

 

 
 

 

 The reflection of a rainbow existed on the wet surface of a delicate heart. It is your veneration for my feelings, or you just get down from the sky. Dreams are surfing like dolphins,

embraced soundlessly from the back. It is you or passionate waves that grasp my silent but impatient heartbeats. I am standing between the two edges of the ocean. Another is arms. 
I want to scatter all the pleasures by the awesome mosaic, the flow of love. 
The multicoloured foams touch my whole personality; the ocean is touching the beach disparately,with tidal yearning. 
In your swayed arms, my life becomes a
 creek covered both sides by blooming mangroves and wild aquatic rare blossoms. 
How to describe the beauty of closeness: "I feel heavenly emotion in your humid breathing, the up down movement of throbbing our love inhales the divine mystic beams,

 

In this junction, life looks smaller, desires defiance numerous times to ethical masks,
 wants to go back to the primitive era,
 strips off the rules and regulations of the so-called civilised society, and caged emotion wants to expose the beauty of the soul.
-- shantanu sanyal

the premature death

twilight moon is appeared on the blues

little late, all the birds reached to their

nests, some night quills are twitchy too,

sapphire darkness is filling slowly the bliss

of dreams, we are sitting holding hands,

beneath the banyan tree, moon light is

synthesizing your oval shaped, beautiful

face, hanging roots are like the desires

going in the depth of earth to fetch the

wet, in the mist of milky light my image

i can see clearly in your big dove eyes,

i have had many questions to ask you, but

after touching your soft fingers i felt that

its too earlier to go nearer to the blaze of

immortal oneness, let dream to be more

matured, i will wait for you somewhere

on the stairs of ancient temple, as one day

i believe you would be passed through my

persona, just like monsoon rains, out burst

of dream clouds, than i will touch your soul

until that a space is de riguer between us

the exchanging of breathing is expected, its

natural for two bodies, but ahead, its not 

easy to travel in the corporal waves, it will

finish the romance of life, just let me to know

the depth of love, the flowering valley

its too earlier my friend to collect the fragrance

let blossom swirl the environment, with full

beauty, my heart just stretched the flow of 

love,please surf on it with full liberty as you 

wish, i do not want the premature death of

chaste adoration ----

---- shantanu sanyal  

depth of silence

before the crack of dawn some
flowers dropped on the surface
of adjoined the stable blue lake,
trails of night goes through the
mysterious wild of sentiments,
i looked you standing hours, on
the wooden bridge of tiny stream
the flow of adoration is slowly
passing towards the lovely dream,
the precincts of my imagination
says your eyes have something
unique allure, forced to meet
though you never called in a way
that i could left the world in a moment
nevertheless i submitted the soul

to you, depth of silence is a riddle
i accepted the stairs to serpent fangs
let time has to decide i would be
winner or fall down to genesis of
stream in unknown enigmatic point,
in the nerves of heart your love
passes all the time, i know one day
you would be traveled with me in
the life as the everlasting companion,
glasses have brittleness with truth too
mind, heart,soul wants to release the arid
negativeness, as love has no artificial
flavor, its natural free from blemish
here heart wishes liberation from the
clutches of controversial  birth, death
purification of soul or riddles, logics of
human made psychology, philosophy
the mingling of two hearts is a divine
truth, and needed only chaste love infinite  -
--- shantanu sanyal

falling down leaves

falling down leaves have
shown my value of existence
i dont feel sad for that
i masked colors on the face
waves are stable but not silent

the world dont care about your eyes
every one has different life
you can live in your way
in my eyes the planet is little turmoiled

my destination not ended up to you
numerous dreams are in the mind
you thought life is completed in love
questions are many but unanswered

thats one, whom i can see
i will pray to only that
you can discover other belief
who will love me extremely, my
life to be sacrificed to only that guy

the infinite dream

i am translating above Bengali poem -

I look the infinite dream

wonderful azure that vision

a zero rises on the cosmos

life s unknown periods 

moving, endless, consistent

the questions among the

light and darkness

the mystic dust ring of destiny

suddenly without any prediction

speechlessly appears and performs

it s game 

in last remained a horizontal line

going towards the extinction 

speechless sky looks it 

and tries to know the meaning of line

as Egypt s ancient strange script or 

destiny lines

here life is originated

here is way for death 

in the last 

i look the infinite dream!

---- shantanu sanyal 

THE SYMPHONY OF LOVE

symphony of breathing, in proximity of
love, short life became the rare sonata,
cherished kisses painted the heart in a way,
i forgot whole the world in a moment

passion flowers, lavender, morning glories
witnessed numerous times that you kissed
me in the dawn, soft noon, in the cerulean
evening, night lilies opened the petals, when
you touched me, moon light infringed the
seduction,

 the dual inhalation turned to the
rare mystic valley of unknown dream land,
my heart, soul, corporal, spiritual all the
sensation reduced in the embraced waves,
in early morning, creased moments as
the floral bed sheets unfolded the secrets
of shared pleasures,

drop by drop bliss was
falling from your eyes, face, skin, lips,silently
we teased to each other and filled the our life,
with the divine beauties, we received the
blessing of nature in the smiling tender dawn,

we walked far away more than the our life
nature said, its not adequate to love some one
in short life span, countless passion is needed
to go through the planet of heart,

 here we
reached only at knee deep flow, the chest of
ocean having the everlasting , infinite depth
in the center of the extreme love, its heard that
two bodies becomes the celestial creatures ----

---- shantanu sanyal

myth of paradise

showing the myth of paradise
and killing the innocent, where
is the great philosophy of belief?
ridicules is the camouflage of
great persona, we have to decide
by brain and choose the reality
we can not make the public fool
if they have the develop will,
the false religious addiction has
side effects too my dear friends,
just follow the path of humanity,
---- shantanu sanyal